Crossing the Queen Feitian: The Harem Male Concubine

Chapter 562 [Moyu Fanwai] The fate of the male concubine, the perfect song of the piano (3)

She ordered the ignorant me to stand up, and she trained a child who couldn't understand as her soldier.

The heroine of the Mohist family can't see the so-called "failure" of her only son. My mother always strives for me to be outstanding, and she hopes that my efforts and achievements must be doubled.

Since I was sensible, I have never seen the slightest smile on my mother's face. Some people say that my mother's smile was eaten by a ruthless man, and that man was snatched away by a civil servant woman. When she was young, her mother slapped that bitch in their auditorium, threatening that they were no longer friends: Hun Qin, the civil servant Yushi of the imperial dynasty robbed her of the man of Major General Mo Qing!
This incident has become a joke for many people, and even our general's mansion is talking about the past——

Mother is a serious person, too serious to bear the slightest gossip.

If such teasing words reached her ears, if someone in the house said them, she would do it herself, hang that talkative man on the torture rack, and give him a whip until the talkative mouth fell to the ground. I can't speak for the rest of my life.If this had happened outside the palace, the mother's guards would have caught the man mercilessly and thrown him into a place where the women had sex, where they were humiliated.

Over time, many people dare not bring up the scandal of the Mo family and the Hun family in broad daylight.

My mother always taught me: Mo Yu, you will be number one in the capital, you have to compare with that kid from the Hun family!trampled underfoot—

The kid from the soul family?Is it the son of Hun Yushi?

I don't know why my mother insisted on making me compare with him... Before I knew it, "he" became the goal of surpassing me throughout my childhood.I just feel that I live... just to surpass him!It was also because of him that I was strictly demanded by my mother.

Year after year, I like to play my fiddle--

I always imagined, what would it be like if my mother treated me tenderly?I hope that she will have such tenderness when she removes her armor... I turned these reveries into the sound of the piano at my fingertips.

People around me praised my piano sound...

It is an indescribable sound of nature, and only I know best that the sound of my piano is the gentle confiding of my mother to me, and it is my dream alone.

(End of this chapter)